This a repost of the first part.

I own nothing! Everyone is a bit OOC just warning all of you. Minor swearing towards the end.

Everyone has a best friend or best friends right? I have three best friends, Kendall, James and Logan. We grew together in Minnesota then moved to California to become a band called Big Time Rush. I was so happy to get out of Minnesota it was exciting really. I remember Kendall telling us that we should I have a promise that Hollywood won't change us and we'll stick together forever. That promise has been broken the three of them hang out together all the time and I feel left out from the group. All the fans fawn over Kendall and his leadership skills, James and his great looks and voice and Logan with his brains. What do I have to offer? Nothing I'm some crazy child-like teenager. Plus each of them had a girlfriend that actually cared about them; I had a fake one that didn't even like me. Ugh, why does everyone hate me?

" Yo Carlos wanna go down to the pool with us?" James calls from the kitchen breaking me from my thoughts.

" Nah I'm going to stay up here," I shout back to him. I hear the door slam shut I roll back onto my bed and sigh. My eyes are drooping shut I fall asleep.

Sound of the front door slamming close awakens me. James barges in our shared room dripping wet from the pool he doesn't even notice me laying down on my bed. He completely ignores me I shouldn't be surprised to be honest. He changes quickly then exits the room without acknowledging me. I slide my legs over the edge of the bed and stand up.Should I even be here in Hollywood? Do they even want to continue to be my friend? I doubt they want me here I should leave this town and head back home. Where I should be and maybe even wanted. I open my laptop and search for the next flight to St. Paul, Minnesota. Seven-thirty tonight is the next flight I press purchase.

I pull out of luggage bag and begin to pack. Grabbing all my clothes, shoes, helmets and even a few books and place them in my luggage bag.

Five-thirty rolls around my taxi arrived downstairs in front of the Palm Woods. I drag my stuff to the taxi then hop inside. We begin to drive away I don't even look back.

The airport was fairly busy for a Sunday evening I move pass all the people to get to my gate. By the time I reached my destination the airline was calling for boarding. I hand the ticketing agent my ticket then boarded the plane. This is my final good-bye to California. I'm done with it all never going to come back. It's all over no one is going to stop me.

" Kendall where's Carlos?" Logan inquires. The guys had no idea that Carlos left to go back home. Carlos left the apartment when the guys were in lobby paying no attention to anyone around them including Carlos.

" I have no idea Logan," Kendall replies.

" Guys I found this on Carlos' side of the bedroom," James says placing a note onto the living room table as he brings to read out loud.

Hey Guys,

I decided to head back to Minnesota I'm not coming back. Don't even try to bring me back. I don't belong here at all. I would say I'm sorry but I'm not sorry actually. You three have been ignoring me so much for the last ten months almost a whole fucking year. You guys are the greatest of friends, insert sarcasm here if you please. Kendall you broke that promise we made when we first got here, that we wouldn't let Hollywood get to us, well Hollywood changed you three. We aren't even friends anymore.

I'll see you three around probably because your faces are plastered everywhere. I had a nice run with you guys but now it's over.

Good-bye,

Carlos.

PS: Ignorance is your new best friend.

The three look back at the note in complete shock. Carlos was right they were neglecting him for so long and they didn't even notice. Its true ignorance became their new best friend. Nothing would bring Carlos back and it's their fault.

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